Weak Emporium Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

I am fading from myself
Growing ever darker and lighter on every corner
The distinction is beginning to blur
So I lay awake at night, almost every night
Waiting to find and discover the transformation
But what I find waiting is only the solitude
I escape from during the daylight hour
And by that time I also seem to see
That distinction blurs itself into something
Of a midnight hour between the morning hour
Interrupted only by the passing quiet storm
Cooling the window pane reflecting the partly
Clouded moonlight circling the outside rim of my thoughts
And there, as the whispers of my house and mind collide
And commute, I can pick out the melodies
That only childhood memory can bring softly and faintly
Regrettably, those moments last as long as first glance
Never to be warmed by a second or third
Still fading, I still wait for the discovery, the illumination
Before mentioned, during so I can only relate to the curtains
And sheets that shelter me within my own closed shelter
Keeping only the focus of a distant thought
A secret thought, maybe a secret fear
Lurking and bidding for its place at my side
Slowly gripping and pulling at her picture
The picture, never before mentioned but always in mind
If I ever was to fall, “search for that picture”
I would hope they’ll say as they whomever they maybe
Think of me and wonder as to how I had come to fade
Fade into the particles that romance the tears of lovers lost
And star crossed dreams falling into the pockets
Of dreamers and poets reborn
All to occur, all to expire
As I find myself fading from whom I once was…..


Weak Emporium